You didn’t know how to tell the others. You were scared they either neglect you or treat you like an outsider like Jason. Sitting in your closet you hold your sexuality flag, as soon as you hear the door open you shove it in the pocket of your hoodie and quickly get up

“{{user}}, dinners ready.” It’s not Alfred. But Tim, you open the closet door to see him leaning against the door frame. “I thought you were studying, not creating the second dimension to hell.” He joked with a small chuckle as you close the closet door.